"How can you be so zamabu?" Xi Yao looked at Ling Jiang's awkward and ugly appearance, what is Zamabu?

It's clearly a squatting bucket!

Ling Jiang said embarrassedly, "Aren't all those masters who practice the family outside doing this?"

"Forget it. Xi Yao gave him a blank look, saying that he didn't want to reason with this guy anymore, it would only make him half angry.

Xi Yao took two steps forward and stood in the open space, "Look at what I do." ”

After she said that, she first took a horse step, clenched her hands into fists, punched, and played a set of boxing techniques.

Then stand upright with your legs folded, take a step forward, and punch out. I saw Xi Yao's vigorous steps, standing and moving, exhaling and inhaling, like a reincarnation.

Xi Yao returned to her original position, slowly exhaled turbidity, turned her head to look at Ling Jiang and asked, "Do you see clearly?"

"Remembered. Ling Jiang nodded.

"Really?" Xi Yao didn't believe it, "You can do it again." ”

Ling Jiang nodded, and recalled in his mind the set that Xi Yao had just done, the movements, the horse steps, and the punches.

Xi Yao watched Ling Jiang swim out of her fist according to her path, although the steps were right, but there were several mountains between the two.

Ling Jiang's set of punches was like a walking dead man imitating, without any spirit at all.

"How?" Ling Jiang asked expectantly as he returned to his position and looked at Xi Yao.

"Very poor. The girl shook her head and said, she had seen countless genius teenagers, and she had seen many cultivators with mediocre qualifications, but she had never seen such a bad as Ling Jiang, "You have a very good memory, right?"

"I don't dare to say ten lines at a glance, but it's still okay to have two or three lines. Ling Jiang replied honestly.

"It's a good advantage to have a good memory, but the number of paths you have just taken is not at all like a fant, at most it is like a quintangle. Xi Yao then asked, "How many breaths did you take after walking this set of roads?"

When Ling Jiang heard this, he counted carefully in his heart, "Seven breaths." ”

"Then how many mouthfuls have I changed?" Xi Yao nodded slightly.

"Three mouthfuls. Ling Jiang replied without hesitation.

"That's the problem. Xi Yao said solemnly, "The set of paths I taught you is called pile-walking, but unlike many pile-walking paths, it is also mixed with a set of boxing methods. When you can get out of the very godlike style, it can be regarded as an introduction to boxing. You remember, ventilation is the key! A martial artist is different from a qi practitioner, the latter uses a dantian to condense the vitality of heaven and earth, while a martial artist does not go to the dan, and if he wants to extract the vitality of heaven and earth, he can only use qi to let the body absorb it little by little, which is also called Naling. ”

"Na Ling?" Ling Jiang muttered.

"The spirit of the tide, the spirit of purple qi, and the spirit of the earth are collectively referred to as the vitality of heaven and earth. Xi Yao said, "The so-called tide, that is, the spirit of the sea, the sun is cloudy, and the purple qi comes from the east, and this is the time when the spirit of purple qi is the richest." And between the ebb and flow of the tides, it is also the time when the spirit of the tides is at its strongest. You need to breathe to absorb this purple spirit, and the spirit of the tides, understand?"

Ling Jiang nodded, "As long as I change three breaths like you, can I accept the spirit?"

"Of course not. Xi Yao shook her head, "You have to be worthy of walking the pile, when to exhale, when to exhale, when to punch and kick, and retract your strength." If you don't do a good job, the aura you incorporate is not pure. Of course, with your qualifications, it will take at least half a year to feel the spirit entering your body. ”

"Half a year ......" Ling Jiang smiled bitterly, this is too long, no wonder it is always said that ten years of cold windows sharpen a sword, he suddenly asked curiously, "Then how long did you use it?"

"Three times. Xi Yao said lightly, "When I walked to the third time, I felt the breath inhaled in my mouth, something different. ”

Ling Jiang stopped talking.

Xi Yao noticed that this seemed to be a bit shocking, and hurriedly reassured, "In short, you should practice hard, if it doesn't work for half a year, it's always okay to practice for a year." ”

"This ......" Xi Yao's words made Ling Jiang cry and laugh suddenly, is there such a comforting thing as you?

"But you can't be blamed for that. Xi Yao said, "After all, your spiritual roots are wasted, and your cultivation will naturally have to take more detours than others." Besides, you haven't cut your bones and marrow yet, and you have directly started to teach you how to accept the spirit, which is a little difficult for you. ”

"Bone cutting and marrowing?" Ling Jiang asked.

"These medical books are all there, and I want to know that I can go back and flip through them. Xi Yao waved her hand, too lazy to explain to him.

"Oh. Ling Jiang nodded.

"Well, what else, let me think. Xi Yao thought about what else she had to say, only to see Ling Jiang start clumsily and clumsily step again, continuing to try to Na Ling.

"Forget it, there's nothing to explain. Xi Yao watched Ling Jiang walk through on the side, and said softly, "In short, if you have the opportunity, you can think of a way to wash the marrow, if you don't have this condition, it doesn't matter, anyway, sooner or later the marrow washing is just a matter of time delay." I've said everything I need to say, and this time I'm really leaving. ”

"Aren't you eating breakfast?" asked Ling Jiang.

"Nope. Xi Yao glanced at the rainbow light that loomed in the sky, "Hurry." ”

After the girl finished speaking, only a wisp of fragrance was left in place. The morning sun sprinkled on the path, reflecting the green clothes on the girl's body, shining, like a fairy.

"She was gone. Ling Jiang smiled.

He knew very early on that Xi Yao and himself were people from two different worlds, and the reason why he expressed this emotion was only because his attitude towards Xi Yao had changed from gratitude to dependence.

I always feel that with her by my side, there seems to be nothing in the world that cannot be solved.

In the final analysis, it's because I'm too weak.

Ling Jiang looked at Xi Yao's departing back, a little distracted, he didn't know how long he still needed to walk to catch up with this girl's pace, or, he didn't want to catch up in his life.

"Childe, what are you thinking?"

After some time, he heard the voice of Yaerdi in his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

"Ya'er. Ling Jiang came back to his senses and looked at Ya'er's sleepy appearance, her hair a little messy.

"Hey, where is Sister Xi Yao?" Ya'er asked curiously, glancing at the empty grass hut.

"She's gone. Ling Jiang shook his head and turned to the stove.

"Oh!" Ya'er looked at Ling Jiang's back, and was inexplicably a little happy in her heart.

Ling Jiang extinguished the fire in the stove, moved the pot head off the stove, and was about to say that he would bring a bowl to serve porridge, but he heard a loud cry from Ya'er in the grass house.

"Oh my God!"

Ling Jiang secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and he thought that the little drifter had sneaked out and scared Ya'er, so he hurriedly rushed into the house.

He walked into the hut and looked around, but nothing strange appeared. I saw Ya'er pointing to a money bag on the table with a surprised face, which was full of white flowers and silver, at least twenty taels!

"Are these all left by Sister Xi Yao?" asked Ya'er in disbelief.